Harry Potter Imagines

[Draco Malfoy] ~ Runaways

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When I woke up in a bad mood, most of my friends/dormmates knew I was not to be tampered with, and yet they made it their very priority to annoy the living daylights out of me.
And they didn't need to go out of their way, the smallest things would make me want to boil them in a cauldron and feed them to a Chimaera.
So when Millicent walked up to me with a smug smile on her face I poured myself a glass of water, just in case I needed to throw something at her, and didn't end up throwing hot coffee on her face.
"I am, of course, used to your bad mood, but this has lasted for far longer than your usual mood swings." she said in an accusing tone and I sighed.
So maybe Millicent was right, this bad mood of mine had been going on since school had started. Maybe there was something adding to my bad mood besides just having woken upon the wrong side of the bed, but she didn't need to know about it.
"I don't know what you mean." I stated as I calmly reached for my mug of coffee and took a small sip.
Millicent rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. "And what makes you think I believe that shit?" she questioned, but my eyes were trained to the entrance of the Great Hall where Draco had just walked in with his two brainless bodyguards.
I looked down the table and shared a look with Blaise, who was also looking at Draco as if he'd grown another head.
Why had Draco swapped his very intelligent friends for two brainless idiots who couldn't even spell their names?
I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts and watched from the corner of my eye as Draco walked to the other end of the table, not even sparing me a glance.
Salazar, I hadn't done anything to him, I hadn't even talked to him at all since the end of fifth year because he had explicitly asked me to not owl him during summer.

"And now I know what's making you space out like that." Millicent commented and I looked up at her. "It's Malfoy, isn't it?" she asked in a lower voice as she bit on her toast. I shook my head.
"You're delusional Bullstrode."
She quirked an eyebrow in amusement. "Am I really Evans? Or are you just too scared to admit I am right?"
Now, even if I was in a bad mood, I would never back down from a dare, and I could recognize the confrontational tone on Millie's voice. She was trying to get me to admit, but if she thought she could win this, oh boy was she wrong.
"You should check into the psychiatry ward in St. Mungus, maybe they'll give you something that will stop you from being so delusional."
Millie rolled her eyes at me as she kept eating and I smiled secretly, satisfied that she had dropped the matter.
I began eating my breakfast, enjoying my peace and quiet until I looked at my wristwatch and figured that I would need to run to make it on time to herbology. Again.
"Millie, I'm late!" I complained as I stood up and grabbed my bag and Millie smiled calmly at me.
"Maybe, but I am not." she said as she rose her mug with a smug smile.
"Bitch." I insulted as I spied Zabini almost flying out of the table alongside Nott. I hurried towards them, throwing Millie a wave from over my shoulder.
Running to keep up with the only other two Slytherins taking herbology, I ignored the looks both of them were giving me.
I was not the one to show up without greeting them at the very least.
When we got to the greenhouse, thankfully on time, we walked to our seats, next to each other, so we could work together, because no one wanted to work with a Slytherin, so we had to stick together.

"So, Evans, what's gotten your knickers in a twist?" Blaise asked in a whisper as Sprout showed us what we would be doing that class.
"The same thing that's gotten yours in the same state." I admitted easily and Blaise rolled his eyes.
"I somehow doubt that, especially since my knickers aren't in a twist." he lied effortlessly and I snickered, which made Nott shoot the both of us a killing look. I lowered my head, pretending to be busy writing something down and Blaise did the same. "Yeah yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night really."
Blaise smiled charmingly at me, in the exact way he knew that annoyed me because it looked so much like he was flirting with me and that creeped me out majorly, mainly because to me, Blaise was just that guy friend who was usually a jerk who just knew how to be a jerk without actually looking like a jerk. "It would help me sleep at night if you'd let me Slytherin to your bed, darling." I physically gagged at his words, and as I looked at Nott, I realized that even he gagged.
"Not happening Zabini." I said with a scowl as I set about working on the plant in front of me, leaving Zabini to his giggles as I pondered on his mental sanity.